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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.