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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
cv313,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.