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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.