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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.