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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.