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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.