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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.