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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.