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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.