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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.