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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.