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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.