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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.