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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Monolake to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.