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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.