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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.