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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.