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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Visage,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.