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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.