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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.