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 Latvia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.