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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Television,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.