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 Benin and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.