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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lydon to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.