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 Antigua 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.