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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.