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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Names,
Roxette,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.