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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.