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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.