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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.