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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.