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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.