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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.