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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.