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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.