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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Roxette,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Can,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.