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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.