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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.