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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Pylon,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.