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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.