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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.