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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.