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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.