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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.