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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.