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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.