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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.