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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.