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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.