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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.