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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.