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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.