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 Lagos.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Can,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.