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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.