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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.