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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.