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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.