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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.