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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.