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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.