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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.