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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.