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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.