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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.