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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Rekid,
DNA,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.