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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.