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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Remains,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.