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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.