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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.