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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.