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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Hoover,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Cameo,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.