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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.