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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.