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 China and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.