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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.