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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
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.