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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.