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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.