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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.