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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.