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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Can,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Visage,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.