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 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.