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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.