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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.