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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.