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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.