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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.