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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Slave,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.