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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.