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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.