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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.