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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.