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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.