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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.