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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.