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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.