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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.