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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Index,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.