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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.