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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.