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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.