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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.