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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
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.