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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.