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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
PIL,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.