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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.