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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Q65,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.