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 East Timor and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.