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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.