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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.