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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Fear,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.