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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.