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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.