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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.