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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.