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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.