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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.