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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.