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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.