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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.