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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.