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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.