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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Skarface,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.