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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.