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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.