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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.