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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.