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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.