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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Franke to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.