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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Can,
Lalann,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.