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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.