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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.