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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.