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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.