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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.