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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.