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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.