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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.