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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.