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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.