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 Chile and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.