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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.