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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.