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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.