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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.