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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.