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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.