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 Malta 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon 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 electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.