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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.