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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
UT,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.