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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.