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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.