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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.