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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.