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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.