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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.