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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.