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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.