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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.