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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.