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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.