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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.