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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.