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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.