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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.