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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.