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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.