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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.