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 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Visage,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.