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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.