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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.