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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.