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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.