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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Mars,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.