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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Q65,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.