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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.