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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.