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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.