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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.