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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.