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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.