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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.