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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.