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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.