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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.