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 Panama 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Index,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.