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 Ireland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
The Busters,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.