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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Fear,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.