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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.