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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.