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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.