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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Swans,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.