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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.