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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
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New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.