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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.