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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.