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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.