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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.