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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.