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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
UT,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.