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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Swans,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Faust,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.