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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.