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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.