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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.