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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.