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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.