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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.