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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.