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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
New Order,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.