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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.