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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.