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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.