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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.