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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Zapp,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.