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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.