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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Japan,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.