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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.