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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.