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 Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.