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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.