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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.