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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.