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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.