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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.