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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.