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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.