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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.