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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Names,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.