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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.