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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.