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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
AZ,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.