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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.