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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.