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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.