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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.