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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.