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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.