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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.