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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.