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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Can,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.