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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Outsiders,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.