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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.