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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.