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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.