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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.