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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.