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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.