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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Slave,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.