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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.