Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.