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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.