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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.