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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Fear,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.