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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.