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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.