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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.