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 China and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.