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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.