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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.