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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.