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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Audionom,
X-101,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.