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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Faust,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.