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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.