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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.