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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Technova,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.