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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.