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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.