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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Yaz,
New Order,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.