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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.