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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.