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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.