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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.