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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
the Association,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.