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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.