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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.