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 Chile 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.