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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.