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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.