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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.