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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.