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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.