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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.