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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.