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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.