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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.