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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.