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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.