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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.