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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.