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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.