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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.