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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.