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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.