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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.