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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.