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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.