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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.