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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
X-102,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.