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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
The Move,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.