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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Scion,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.