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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.