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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.