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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.