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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.