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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Slave,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.