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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.