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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Names,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.