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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.