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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Association,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.