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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Franke,
Deakin,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.