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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.