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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.