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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Flipper,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.