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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.