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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.