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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.