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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Ten City,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.