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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.