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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.