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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.