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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.