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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
X-101,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.