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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.