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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Franke,
MC5,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.