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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.