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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Fear,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.