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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.