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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.