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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.