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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.