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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.