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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.