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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.