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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.