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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.