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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Swans,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.