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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.