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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.