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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.