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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.