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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.