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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.