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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.