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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.