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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.