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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Pole,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.