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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.