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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
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.