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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Skriet,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.