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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.