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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.