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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.