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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.