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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.