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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Wire,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.