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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.