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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.