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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Wake,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.