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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.