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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.