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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.