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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.