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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.