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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.