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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.