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 Greece 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.