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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.