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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.