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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 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 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 Agitation Free 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Lyres,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.