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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.