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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
UT,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.