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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Faust to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
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.