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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.