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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
CMW,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.