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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.