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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.