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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.