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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.