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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.