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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.