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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
ABC,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.