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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Slave,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.