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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.