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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.