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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.