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 Peru and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.