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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.