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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.