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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.