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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.