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 Kiribati 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Offenders 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Yaz,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.