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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.