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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.