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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.