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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
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.