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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.