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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.