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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey 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 grime 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.