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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
the Association,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Evens,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.