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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.