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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.