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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Mars,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Radiohead,
UT,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.