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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.