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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.