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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wire,
Smog,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Whodini,
New Order,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.