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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.