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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Monks,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.