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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.