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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.