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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.