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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Smog,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.