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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.