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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.