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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
UT,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.