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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.