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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.