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 United States and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.