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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.