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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Scion,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.