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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Inner City,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.