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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.