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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.