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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Jandek,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.