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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.