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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.