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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.