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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.