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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.