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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Swans,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.