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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.