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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Franke,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.