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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.