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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.