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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.