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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.