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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.