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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.