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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.