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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Motorama,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.