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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.