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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.