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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.