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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.