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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.