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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.