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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.