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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.