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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 punk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.