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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.