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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.