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 Italy and from Accra.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.