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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.