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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.