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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
cv313,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.