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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.