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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
10cc,
Television,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.