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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.