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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.