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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.