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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Swans,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.