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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Organ,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.