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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.