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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
UT,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.