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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.