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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.