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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.