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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.