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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.