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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.