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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.