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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Names,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.