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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.