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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.