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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.