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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.