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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.