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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.