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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.