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 Morocco and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.