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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 AZ to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.