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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
DNA,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.