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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.