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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.