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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.