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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.