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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.