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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.