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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Television,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.