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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Japan,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.