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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Visage,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.