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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.