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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.