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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Swans,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.