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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.