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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.