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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.