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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.