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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.