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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.