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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.