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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.