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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.