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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Nas,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.