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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.