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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.