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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.