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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.