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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.