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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Wings,
Ossler,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.