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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.