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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.