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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.